see that man over there lear with the slight twitch his wits fading wanting escape a bug on a slab under bright lights enduring an opening even at his age art is not gone it's still here in not so much what he's cobbled as what we and the cognoscenti and the demi-monde collectively bring to this retrospective goggling how much like Astaire he once was we stare compare his guts on a plate still mostly please us so it seems there's an odd or even chance this show will succeed boost his now near-worthless stock but we purpose-dressed denizens of fashion and jeans move on though still professing enduring love saying yes we privately think not now recall how by chance and striving this man closed upon the peak and was chosen to summit the press has told us what five star rooms what kind of cake which private reserve which sex he held most dear how close in chuck up he came once to check out we have read of guilt on every counterpane so uneasy rests his crown but not because he knows we know all this his ego is still strong his public demeanor yet light and breezy no, he knows that in the wings young birds have perfected his famous moves and practicing like mariners with dummies now threaten to arrest the market's wedding guests they throw down marks and splashes appropriate appropriately care not a whit for irony knit, stall, install so now too they may somehow by accident or by design arrive, surpass, surplant arise new talent exhausting though tonight's crowd is it finally goes as he reaches for a permitted sip of wine in response to neither shout nor summons there comes a nurse with needle patience in a mantle who artlessly knowing nothing of who he is with one swift jab has him quickly feeling a good deal worse David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html